I taught with Norma Fox Mazer in the Vermont program. I’d heard of her before I ventured to Montpelier. She was a bold and lovely writer, and generous in many ways. I’m not always easy to get along with, but Norma didn’t pay any attention to those defensive quirks and we were soon friends.
She was instrumental in getting “The Brimstone Journals” to a friend of hers in the area who was a kind of editor-at-large for Candlewick.
She and Harry had a terrific house just up the road from the Vermont campus, and that’s how I like to remember her — standing on the deck with a glass of wine smiling in that incandescent way she had.